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Jax Teller x Pregnant!fem reader

suggestive content. +18 mdni

the moment jax finds out reader is pregnant, he'll get his shit together for her n the baby, quickly books doctor appointments, gets her vitamins and anything pregnant women need to stay healthy during the pregnancy. he also gets extra protective and some chemicals in his brain shifts where his sense of danger and threat is heightened, or maybe he's just paranoid, but whatever it is, it makes him lowkey dangerous to be around when it has to do anything with his pregnant wife.

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summary tara went to get him. that was all it took.

prompt – age gap, visiting charter, possessive chibs, Scottish accent, tara gets him, makeout warnings – age gap (early 20s/40s), intimidation, suggestive content, possessive behaviour word count – ~3k note – tara said not on my watch and chibs said hold my drink

requests are open :)

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The Tucson charter didn't come to Charming often.

Geography was part of it — the distance made regular visits impractical — but mostly it was temperament. Different leadership, different energy, the particular friction that existed between chapters that had grown separately and only came together when business demanded it. They weren't enemies. They were just distant in the way certain family members were distant — connected by something fundamental, separated by everything else.

Tonight they were here because business required it. Tomorrow they'd be gone.

You'd been navigating it fine. You knew how these nights worked — knew who to talk to, who to give a wide berth, how to move through a room full of men you didn't know who wore the same patch as the men you did. Charming was yours. The Tucson boys were strangers and you'd treated them accordingly. Polite. Present. Unavailable.

Most of them had read that correctly.

Chibs was outside.

A phone call — club business that needed quiet — and he'd stepped out twenty minutes ago with a brief touch to your arm and won't be long, love before disappearing into the night. You'd been fine. You were always fine. You didn't need him in the room to manage yourself.

The problem arrived about ten minutes after he left.

Young — early twenties, the swagger of someone who hadn't yet learned the difference between confidence and recklessness — and he'd found his way to you with the particular determination of someone who had decided the evening's outcome before it started. You'd been polite. You'd been clear. You'd given him every reasonable signal that the conversation was finished and you weren't interested.

He hadn't taken a single one.

"Come on," he said, for what felt like the fourth time, still too close. "I'm just talking to ye."

"And I've told you I'm not interested," you said. Steady. Even. Running low on patience.

"Ye haven't even given me a chance—"

"I've given you several."

He smiled — the kind that thought it was charming — and leaned in slightly. "What, ye waiting on someone?"

"Yes."

"Who?"

"Me," said Tara, materialising at your elbow with the calm efficiency of a woman who had made a decision. She looked at the boy with the pleasant, unbothered expression of someone who dealt with difficult situations daily and found this one fairly unremarkable. "And I need her for a minute. Excuse us."

She steered you two steps sideways, turned her back on the boy, and leaned in.

"He's not stopping," she said, low.

"I noticed."

"How long?"

"Close to twenty minutes now."

Tara's expression shifted. She glanced over her shoulder at the boy, who was still hovering with the persistence of someone who hadn't been told no in terms he'd fully processed. Then she looked toward the door.

"I'll be right back," she said.

"Tara, you don't have to—"

She was already moving.

Chibs was leaning against the outside wall, phone to his ear, when Tara pushed through the door.

He read her face in about half a second. Held up one finger, said into the phone, "I'll call ye back," and hung up before the response came.

"What is it," he said.

"Tucson boy," Tara said. "He's been at her for twenty minutes and he won't quit."

That was all she said.

Chibs pushed off the wall and went inside.

He came through the door the way he always did — unhurried, completely certain, the cut already on his shoulders and his expression already doing the work before he'd made it halfway across the room.

You saw him the moment he entered.

The relief was immediate — visible, probably, in the way your shoulders dropped — and then you saw his face properly and everything in you settled. He crossed the room without rushing, people moving out of the way without being asked, and came to stop beside you.

Not in front of the boy. Beside you. Close. His hand settling at the small of your back like it had always lived there, warm and immediate and entirely deliberate, and he looked at the boy across from you with the patient, unhurried attention of a man who was in absolutely no rush at all.

The boy looked at him. Looked at the cut. Started to understand something.

"Alright," Chibs said. Pleasantly. Accent warm and even.

The boy nodded. "Yeah, I was just—"

"Aye," Chibs said. "I can see what ye were doing." He tilted his head slightly. "How old are ye?"

"Twenty three," the boy said, a little uncertain now.

"Twenty three." Chibs repeated it the way he repeated things when he was letting them sit. Then he looked at the boy steadily, directly, with the full attention of a man who had never once needed to raise his voice to make a point. "I heard what ye said earlier. About her wasting her time with someone twice her age."

The boy went still.

"Now," Chibs continued, his voice unchanged, "I'll give ye the benefit of the doubt that ye didn't know whose girl ye were talking to. Because if ye did know—" a small pause, "—we'd be having a very different conversation."

Silence.

"I didn't know," the boy said. Quieter than before.

"I gathered." Chibs nodded once. "And I want to be sure I understand what ye said correctly." He looked at the boy with the particular calm of someone who had made a decision and was taking his time getting there. "Ye implied that I'm too old for her. That she could do better." He paused. "Is that right?"

The boy said nothing. Which was the correct instinct.

"Because here's the thing," Chibs said, still in the same even tone. Still with the same unhurried patience. He glanced at you briefly — warm, private, entirely his — then back at the boy. "Aye, I'm twice her age. I'll not argue with that." He took one step forward, not threatening, just closing the distance enough to make the point land fully. "But I'd wager everything I have that ye couldn't satisfy her the way I can. And she'd tell ye the same."

The room around them had gone very still.

The boy's face had gone red.

"So," Chibs said, pleasantly, as if none of that had just happened, "I think we're done here. Enjoy yer evening."

The boy left. Quickly. In the direction of his own charter without looking back.

Chibs watched him go. Said nothing. Waited until the distance was sufficient.

Then he turned to you.

And before you could say a word he took your face in both hands, tilted it up, and kissed you.

Not soft — thorough. The kind that made a point all on its own, warm and certain and entirely unhurried, his thumbs at your jaw and one hand sliding into your hair. You went with it without thinking, hands finding the front of his cut, and he kissed you like you were the only thing in the room worth paying attention to, which as far as he was concerned you were.

When he finally pulled back his forehead dropped to rest against yours.

"Alright, mo chridhe?" he murmured. Low, just for you.

"Very alright," you said, slightly breathless.

The corner of his mouth pulled up.

Around you, the room had resumed itself — conversations restarting, people looking away with the particular tact of people who had witnessed something and decided it was none of their business. Across the room Tig was saying something to Happy with an expression of profound satisfaction. Happy looked like he was pretending he hadn't seen anything and failing at it.

Tara, from the other side of the clubhouse, caught your eye and raised her glass slightly.

You raised yours back.

"Ye didn't have to say that," you said to Chibs, after a moment. "The thing you said to him."

"Which thing," he said, the picture of innocence.

"You know which thing."

"It was true," he said simply. Completely unbothered. "I was just being honest with the lad."

You looked at him. "That's not why you said it."

"No," he agreed, the almost-smile fully there now. "It was also very satisfying." He looked back out at the room, his arm settling around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. "Twenty three," he said, more to himself than to you, with the dry tone of someone who had filed something away for later amusement. "Aye."

"Filip."

"He's a child."

"He's the same age as me."

"Ye," Chibs said, looking down at you with the particular expression that made your chest do things, "are nothing like him." He pressed a kiss to your temple. "Not even close."

You shook your head. Leaned into him.

"You're impossible," you said.

"I'm Scottish," he said. "It's different."

Across the room, the Tucson boy was very quietly, very thoroughly ignoring your entire corner of the clubhouse.

Chibs noticed. Said nothing. Drank his drink.

His arm stayed around you for the rest of the night, and he didn't move it once.

They officially meet the first time she pulls her absolute shit box of a car into Teller-Morrow Automotive. Her hair is messy, and a huge pair of sunglasses (like Paris Hiltons, is what she’s going for) cover dark makeup.

She’s been before, Gemma greets her like she’s here every week. From the look of her car, she honestly could be. Somehow, though, this is Tigs first time seeing her. In tight black pants and the tiniest shirt he’s seen, an angel has been bestowed at his feet.

Unfortunately, it seems like the angel is close to Jax, who is currently making his way over to her with a wide grin, and unfortunately, it seems like any women in a fifty foot radius of the kid has a thing for him these days. Especially, out of this world, mind blowingly hot ones.

Jax stretches his arms out while he swaggers over and wraps around her easily. He looks down on her, while she points to her car and explains what’s wrong. She tosses Jax the keys, with way too many keychains. Clunky silver and a black fuzzball hanging from his fingers, while she walks towards the office Gemma resides in. Turns back around briefly when Jax turns the keys and Type O Negative is blaring through the open window to shout an amused apology at him.

Tig digs out the paperwork he was supposed to give Gemma a few days ago as an excuse to follow her into the office.

“Gem, I found em!” He makes his entrance known, and pretends to be surprised by the hot slice of ass sitting on the older woman’s desk. “Well, hello pretty mama.”

She giggles. Her face splits in a grin, wickedly.

“Hi.”

Gemma sighs and yanks the papers from his hands.

“Don’t you dare encourage her.” Gem gives him that look, that makes every man on the plot of land cower back. She swivels her head, mouth open and scoffs.

“I didn’t even say anything yet!”

“Let the little lady use her free will now, why don’t we?”

Opie clambers into the small room, and makes it feel about four times smaller. He sends her, still perched on top of the desk next to all of the stacked up papers, a warm smile.

“Back already?”

She grins at him too, but the look in her eyes is different. Teasing and familiar.

“Hey, somebody’s gotta be putting that blond little whore to work.” She shrugs. Opie laughs, shakes his head. “Nah, I promised i’d take a night off and come party if he gave me a free oil change, but he’s taken pity on little ol’ me, and is fixing a bunch of shit.”

“You comin’ out tonight, sweet thing?” Tig jumps back in, and Opie takes his moment to speak with Gem about whatever he’d walked in for.

“Depends.” Her head tilts back, and that look in her eyes is back. It’s sharp, darkening, and has Tig’s pants growing a little (A LOT) tighter. “You gonna be there?”

Gemma hits her on the back of the head with a stick of bills.

“Baby, i’ll go wherever the hell you tell me to.” She hops off the table, and saunters over. Her nails are long, sharp and pointy, while she drags them over his kutte.

“I guess I better go tell Jackson i’ll be seeing him tonight then.” She mutters, finger tucking around his belt and pulling him just a tad bit closer.

“Oh, yeah? Trying your chance with the blond little whore?” He sounds a little jealous, the way he repeats her words back. She scoffs, and suddenly her hand is over him through his jeans and his breath is stuttering for just a second.

“He couldn’t fucking handle me if he tried. See you tonight, handsome.” The way she looks up at him from this close, he can tell this woman is no angel. She may have been, from faraway, deceiving enough for it to be thought, but that look in her eyes held what could only be the devils thoughts.

😉Imagine this…

You pulled up to the clubhouse and marched straight toward the main room, head held high, fire in your step after Chucky casually mentioned the guys were “at the table.”

“Jax!” You threw the door open. “I need to talk to you! Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“Ohhh yeah,” he growled from the other side of the room, voice sharp as a knife. “I’ll be right with you. And then we’re gonna have a real good talk.”

~~~

Later, flopped on the couch near the pool table, you sighed.

“Chucky… make me one last cup of tea,” you muttered dramatically.

~~~

Behind the closed door, the guys were already digging for context.

“What’d she do now?” Happy asked, as soon as you left.

“Stole a damn bike,” Jax said. “No helmet, no license. I had to lose the cops myself just to keep her ass out of jail.”

“No shit?” Tig whistled.

“Yup,” Jax said, a reluctant grin tugging at his mouth. “She’s got her eye on her own ride.”

“That’s Y/N for you,” Chibs chuckled. “Girl wants somethin’, girl gets it.”

~~~

When the meeting was over, Jax found you holed up in Gemma’s office, pacing like a guilty teenager.

“So?”

He walked in, all brooding swagger and pissed-off energy.

“What was so important you had to interrupt a table full of armed criminals?”

“Okay, okay, just… please don’t yell,” you blurted, standing up and launching into a breathless, chaotic retelling of the night before.

Jax’s expression didn’t soften.

“You know what happens for pulling that kinda shit?”

He stepped forward.

“Jax…”

You instinctively threw your hands up and backed away.

“I know! I know it was stupid… I’m sorry! Just please don’t..!”

“You just need to be punished, that’s all,” he said, calmly, hands raised like it was all very logical.

“Jax, come on, I said I was sorry… don’t come near me!”

Your retreat was cut short when you stumbled back into the couch. Which is exactly when Jax lunged and tackled you.

“Noooo! JAX! Oh my God… stop! STOP!!!”

You shrieked with laughter as he pinned you down and mercilessly tickled your ribs, every jab making you scream louder.

He was laughing now too a full, boyish laugh as he kept going, relentless. You kicked and thrashed under him, grabbing at his wrists.

“JAAAX!!! STOOOOOOP… I CAN’T..!!!!!”

~~~

“Jax, the guys are waiting on you. And what the hell’s going on in here?” Gemma stood in the doorway, arms crossed, but fighting a smirk.

“Disciplining a very disobedient girl,” Jax said through a grin, climbing off you and running a hand through his now-messy hair.

“G-Gemm-mma,” you gasped from the couch, still giggling, “You saved my life!”

“Don’t get cocky,” Jax said, pointing at you with a wink as he backed out the door. “When I get back… we’re finishing this.”

You’re the new, young, and undeniably gorgeous bartender at the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse—a fresh face in a place filled with rough edges and untold stories.

You could feel their eyes on you when you walked through the door. Jax’s easy charm, Chibs’ sly grins, Tig’s unapologetically lingering stares, Juice’s playful curiosity, Happy’s silent intensity, and Opie’s quiet, watchful presence—they each had their own way of noticing you, and none of them were subtle about it.

The clubhouse is alive tonight, packed with familiar faces and the steady rhythm of rock music pounding through the air. The smell of leather, motor oil, and cigarette smoke hangs heavy, but it doesn’t faze you anymore.

You carry a tray of drinks through the crowd, weaving between bodies like you’ve been doing this for years, even though it’s only been a few weeks.

The black tank top Gemma insisted you wear hugs your curves just right, drawing more than a few appreciative glances from the members—and a couple of jealous ones from the club girls.

Gemma nods at you from her spot at the bar, her approval subtle but unmistakable. It means a lot coming from her. You’ve worked hard to earn her respect, and you know better than to let her down.

This job isn’t just about pouring drinks or serving beers—it’s about being sharp, reliable, and proving you’re someone the club can trust.

As you approach the table where the guys are sitting, you catch Jax’s blue eyes fixed on you with that signature smirk playing on his lips. Chibs leans back in his chair, his accent cutting through the noise as he murmurs something to Tig, who grins like he’s up to no good—again. Juice flashes you a boyish smile, his tattooed head tilted in curiosity, while Happy gives you a once-over, his expression unreadable but somehow still appreciative. Opie doesn’t say a word, but his gaze lingers, steady and intense, like he’s sizing you up or deciding what kind of trouble you might bring to the table.

“Careful, sweetheart,” Chibs warns with a chuckle as you sidestep Juice, who’s practically spinning in his seat to watch you move. “The boys might get the wrong idea.”

You smirk at the Scotsman, meeting his playful gaze for a moment before moving on. You’ve quickly learned that banter is part of the job—keeping them on their toes is almost as important as keeping their drinks full.

Gemma is watching from her spot at the end of the bar, her sharp eyes assessing as you make your rounds. When you finally make your way back to the counter, she leans in and mutters just loud enough for you to hear, “You’re doing good, kid. Keep it up, and you might just survive these jackasses.” Her words are teasing, but there’s a thread of approval in her tone that makes you feel like you’ve passed some kind of test.

But it’s not just about the drinks or the banter—you know this job is about trust. The guys don’t just let anyone in, and earning your spot here means proving you’ve got what it takes to handle the chaos. Whether it’s pouring shots, cleaning up after a fight, or deflecting a flirtatious comment with a sharp tongue, you’ve made it clear you’re not just a pretty face.

As you set a fresh round of beers in front of Jax, his blue eyes lock onto yours. He tilts his head, that signature grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “Careful, darlin’. You keep working this hard, and we might have to keep you around.”

There’s a flicker of heat in his gaze that sends a shiver down your spine, but you don’t let it show. Instead, you roll your eyes with a smile, returning to the bar before he can see the flush creeping up your neck.

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Summary: Being Jax Tellers sister made for a crazy life, being Gemma’s and Clays daughter made it even crazy, but being surrounded by bikers made you feel safe but what’ll happen when you can’t deny your feelings for a certain Scotsman anymore?

Pairing: Chibs Telford x f!reader

Content: Age Gap, bit of angst, smut

•Masterlist•

Being in this life was a roller coaster, being the younger sister of Jax made for me always having a target on my back but being surrounded my the motorcycle club made it worth it, they all treated me like an equal and always made sure I was safe

Mom and Clay still treated me like a little girl even though I’m in my twenties which made it hard for me to try and show the others I was more than just a weak girl that was watched over all the time

Leading to me not having much experience in the men field, sure I’ve made out with a few bikers that would come around from other states but never more than that before they were ripped away from me by an angry Jax or Clay

And now, well I’ve grown strong burning feelings for Chibs, when he first came around I didn’t think much other than he was hot as hell, but now over the past year I can’t get him out of my head, the gentle touches in passing by, the late night talks as we shared a cigarette, yeah he’s way older than me but I don’t care I like them older

But how the hell do I go about it, I’m a virgin that’s drooling over a man part of the club, Jax would say no being overprotective like a brother and clay would have my head on a stick, but I needed to confide in someone

•

Walking into the club I sit at the bar, the group scattered around the bar laughing and drinking as usual

Chibs comes and leans on the bar next to me with a smirk that makes my knees weak and my heart pound harder

“Ey lil lady been missin ye around ‘ere” he said placing a beer infront of me which I quickly took a swing of

“Yeah me too, just been thinking about a lot, can I actually talk to you for a moment……in private” he nods

“Lead the way beautiful” I walk out the back and sit on a bench pulling out a smoke and taking a drag handing it to him as he sits next to me

“What’s got ye so glum?” I took the cigarette back after he blew out some smoke, my nerves on fire

“Do you think Jax and Clay would be alright if I wanted to be with someone in the club?” This man was the only one who ever made me feel confident enough to tell my dark secrets to

“Shite lassy, Jax might come around if ye talked to him but Clay…..whoever it is he’d have his head of a bloody stick” he groaned making my thoughts true, I look over at him again with longing eyes just wanting for him to hold me, to feel his lips all over me

“What ugly bastard round here’s got yer fancy? Pretty lil thing like ye deserves better anyways” he sighs running his hand down my back

“Doesn’t matter, like you said I could probably never have him with Clay around always watching over my every move”

“Never seen ye so distraught about anything before, ye must really like this guy” his expression gone from light hearted to worried

“God you have no idea Chibs, you have no idea, his the only man I’ve ever wanted”

His brows furrowed when he took the cigarette back

“Who is this bastard? Please god don’t tell me it’s Juice” I couldn’t help but let out a laugh

“No, he’s older, sexy, treats me like gold and I can’t get him out of my head” I say not taking my eyes away from him as I place my hand on his thigh and I see the moment when he realizes I’m talking about him

“Ye serious angel?”

I nod not knowing how to read his expression

“Ye have no idea how long I’ve wanted ye angel, if we do this, we gotta keep it a dirty lil secret” he whispers his lips hovering just above mine

“I want this Chibs, I want the real thing so can we take it slow?”

“Anything ye want ye have” he smirks again before he takes the back of my neck and smash’s his lips to mine, the kiss hot and rough making me want so much more when he pulls away I let out a whimper making his laugh

“Come on lassy, let’s get ye back in before they get suspicious”

•

It’s been a week since Chibs and I made it official, he’d come by late at night bringing me different gifts, sometimes flowers sometimes he’d bring sloppy burgers and drinks, but all I really wanted was just him, every time I’d see him my body would set fire my panties wet

We’d get so hot and heavy, making out on his motorcycle, grinding on his hard on, his lips leaving hickeys all over me but I’d always get nervous when he’d go for my shorts but he always reassured me

The club was out doing god knows what so it was just a few of us girls sat out side the show in bikinis and short shorts catching some run and gossiping about our men

Just me Lyla and Tara, Lyla talking about all the raunchy things her and Opie do, Tara not as open but still chatting along knowing I don’t wanna hear about my own brothers crazy sex life

“So y/n why don’t you got yourself a man yet, your gorgeous any man would be lucky to have you” Lyla asks

“Well if you haven’t noticed my brother and father hate seeing me with anyone, mom’s been begging me to get an old man to give her another grandbaby but….”

“But what?” Tara asks both now fully intrigued

“Maybe I do have an old man but I’m not really…” the rumble of bikes pull up into the yard some going into the shop, Jax and opie coming over to greet the girls

“What’re ye ladies chatting about” Chibs asks smirking as he comes over, all I want to do is jump in his arms

“Y/n was just about to tell us something now shoo, I have a feeling this is juicy” Lyla laughs and the guys out their hands up and back away laughing with eachother, going back to sitting in their bikes not far away

“Back to it!” Tara pokes

“I’m not really experienced”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m……I’m a virgin and I really wanna be with my old man but I don’t want to be bad at it”

“YOURE A VIRGIN!” Lyla basically yells surprised and all the guys look our way making me groan in embarrassment I cover my face already hearing the guys run over like a wild pack of dogs, surrounding us Jax, bobby, tigs, opie, and Chibs who had a confused look on his face

“How the hell do you hang around our scene and you’re still a virgin” tigs asks I could feel my face was as red as a tomato

“Guys you’re embarassing her” Tara said coming to my rescue

“Well when you have two cock blocks on your shoulders every second it’s hard to explore” I groan glaring daggers at Jax making them all laugh again

“Well baby you want someone to pop that cherry?” Bobby asks grabbing his crotch making every scoff in disgust

“You wish” everyone settled down and dispersed leaving just me and Chibs, he sat in the chair next to me where Lyla previously occupied

“Baby why didn’t ye tell me?”

“I….i wanted to chibs but you know this life you guys have crow eaters hanging off you any chance they get, I didn’t wanna disappoint you and you find out I’m a bad lay”

“Yer crazy woman, ain’t nothing ye could do would make me leave, ye ain’t just some lay to me”

“Really?” This man is gonna drive me wild, the hard sexy biker had a soft spot and it’s all for me

He nods taking my hand and squeezing it gently

“Ye got nothing to be worried about lassy”

The rest of the day the guys were teasing me every chance they got but I didn’t mind I know they’re just playing around

Sitting at a table Jax sits across from me handing me his drink

“Tara told me you got yourself an old man, you’re somebodies lady?” The anxiety was rising quickly, the overprotective brother was now right infront of me full force

“Don’t be mad, I wanted to tell you I just wanted it to be normal for once, I didn’t want everyone in our business and I know how you are with this stuff” he sighs hanging his head

“You know I just do that because I want you with a good guy, not some punk that’s only after some ass”

“I know and I love you for that, but trust me this guy is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, he respects me”

“Obviously if you’re still a virgin” he jokes making me roll my eyes

“Okay now who’s this guy”

“I can’t tell you, not yet”

“Why?”

“Well……”

“It’s not someone from the club right?” I open my mouth to say no but I can’t lie to him so I just stay quiet

“I can’t tell you yet just give me time” he groans again but nods

“Fine but if he hurts you I’ll kill him” I nod laughing

“Oh trust me I know”

•

That night I get cleaned up and slip into my white silk nightie anxious for the talk I know Chibs will have with me

I here the knock on the door and I quickly answer talking him in and all his glory

“Well look at ye my lil angel” he smirks walking in and closing the door behind him, his hands going straight to my hips backing me up to my room and down onto the bed

“Let me show ye how fun this can be” I nod quickly the anxiety about my first time immediately gone

“I want you” I whine feeling like every nerve on my body was on fire especially between my legs

I sit up unbuckling his belt and pulling down his pants, he quickly takes off his kutte and shirt leaving him in just his boxers he leans down to place a slow kiss but I stop him

“Wait! Keep the kutte on baby” he smirks and throws it on before pulling my nightie off leaving me completely naked laying infront of him

“Shite Angel yer fucking gorgeous, let me get a lil taste” he traced kisses down my body quick licks to my tits then down to my thighs

“Come on Chibs you’re teasing me” I whine gripping his hair and grinding my hips

He laughs but his mouth is quickly on me making me gasp this new feeling was euphoric, his tongue is like magic

“Oh god don’t stop” I try to stay quiet but I can’t the way he’s making me feel is too much but god is it good

“Yes right there chibs” he slips his fingers in curling them while he keeps playing with my clit and I feel something build and build

“OH GOD CHIBS IM….”

“Let go baby I wanna taste ye” and at his words I cum so hard my vision blurs and I can’t help to grip his hair tighter

He leans over me again sucking his fingers off then brushing my hair back

“Ye ready for the real thing?”

“Please I need it” I push down his boxers and I can’t help but stare

“Like what ye see baby girl” I hum when he drags his tip through my folds still sensitive

He slowly pushes against me until his head pops in and I groan at the stretch, his hand coming to circle my clit

“Breath baby it’ll feel better soon” he keeps pushing in until I feel him flush against me

“Fuck you’re so deep” he smirks and pushes down on my lower stomach making me moan

“Right here doll” he slowly starts to thrust hitting a spot so good even better than before

Seeing him over me his expression in ecstasy, his eyebrows furrows and hearing him groan as he got faster drove me even closer to the edge

“So close fuck you feel so good baby” I basically scream

“Cum for me Angel, gonna pump ye so full it’ll be dripping out of ye” those words were all I need to let go and cum all over him then feeling him cum in me something so foreign but so good

“Fuck” we say in unison as he pulls out feeling his cum drip out, he spreads my legs wide open watching

“Look at that, taking it so well” he carries me to the washroom and washes us both up before pulling on his boxers and putting my nightie back on holding me close in bed

“Did I do good?” I ask looking up at him as his hand traces gently asked my arm

“Ye were amazing doll, now get some rest”

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The next morning I wake and Chibs is gone and all I want to do is curl up next to him and feel him all day, but I know he’s got shit to do and I’ve got to help the club out, I get ready a little sore and head over to the shop

Only a few guys are around the rest probably out doing illegal stuff, I start cleaning around the places and doing some work in the shop for mom running through papers

“Missed ye lassy” I hear that beautiful Scottish voice behind me I turn dropping the papers and jumping into his arms

“Everything okay?” I ask looking him over

“I’m fine baby, how’s yer tight lil pussy” he smirks smacking my ass

“Great, little sore but in a good way”

“Yeah, ye sure I wasn’t to rough on ye” he whispers his cologne enveloping me making it me new favorite smell

“Maybe next time you can show me how to ride you how you like”

He smashes his lips against mine and I can’t get enough he lifts me onto the desk wrapping my legs around his sides so lost in the moment I don’t even hear the door to the office open

“You’ve got to be shitting me” we both turn seeing Jax and tigs in the doorway, one smirking the other surprised and angry

“Uh oh”

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